Title: School, Chakra and Magic

Rating: PG-13

Warnings: Slight Language, General Angst, Dursleys, Vague-Allusions to Abuse, Supernatural Elements

Pairings: Vernon/Petunia, Mentioned Lily/James, Mentioned Minato/Kushina

Disclaimer: I still don't own either the Naruto series or Harry Potter. I do own the plot though.

Notes: So some childhood chapters, that will be this chapter and the next really. Because I could not just skip straight to Hogwarts, my muse demanded to fill in some of the blanks of Obito's life growing up with the Dursleys. Also as an extra, he will still refer to himself as Obito when the narration is pretty much from his perspective, other people see him as Harry, he sees himself as Obito, and there are a handful of people who he trusts with that identity...

Also some people might be a bit confused about the timeline or whatever. Gotten a few people who're trying to tell me how to do this. Fact is, this Obito is from before he went all "Replace this world with a different one" so he's not going to be incredibly powerful. He's still something of an idiot, and goof and that's fine. On that note; in regards to that person who said that Obito should be able to destroy his enemies with ease... Uh, if you haven't noticed he's back to the beginning pretty much and would have to train himself all over again really. Train to be able to use what he knows and use his chakra even though his reserves are comparably larger as Harry than they were as just plain Obito. It's just not going to be easy and all.

As for the Sharingan and Mangkyo... I've got a plan, and I'm not too keen on spoiling. They will be showing up though, just not right now. Magic kind of screws with everything though, but I do have a reason for more or less kind of overpowering Obito/Harry at this point. Things shall make sense eventually.


Obito wakes shaking, tears trailing down his cheeks and he stares with empty green eyes into the darkness. It's cold, he's shivering the blankets tossed aside from the fear that they stir in him. It's irrational really, but here trapped in the dark only images of the boulders, of his death fill his mind and he can't push them away at all. He whimpers and curls in on himself burying his head in his arms over his knees.

The warm and familiar sensation of what must be magic stirs, rises and curls in the air around him, trying to comfort him. Every single time he feels this an image of red fills his mind, glittering warm green eyes and a comforting smile. Lily, his mother, his hands reach out into the darkness, reach for her and grasp at nothing.

It hurts, more than he ever really expected it to. Especially since thinking of Lily makes him think of James, and that somehow leads back to thinking of Konoha. Of home. Of silver and brown, and bright vibrant yellow, of red. It aches and makes him shake harder, he wants so desperately to go back there. To see the familiar faces and people and places, but he can't go back there. He can't because he's stuck, trapped here and locked away in a cupboard. His only company are the spiders really, and they barely count.

He curls in on himself just that little bit more, distantly aware of the sound of rain on the roof. Distantly aware of snoring, probably from Uncle Vernon, distantly aware of the dust and cold. It's all pushed away though, pushed away because none of the physical pain compares at all to the aching loneliness in his heart. He doesn't want to go back to sleep, so after a short while he uncurls.

Obito's eyes scan the darkness and he slides the cupboard door open. It had been locked, but it's nothing to unlock it or unhinge it to sneak out. His feet barely make a sound as he pads across the wooden floor. His over-sized clothing doesn't even rustle, no sound comes from him at all. For a six year old he's incredibly quiet, and small. It helps him to survive in this madhouse really. He pauses at the foot of the stairs and looks up towards the second floor.

It's tempting to go up there and check over the Dursleys, they are family after all even if they hate him. To be fair though the feeling is entirely mutual, he hates them just as much. He refuses to conform to most of their stupid rules. No Questions? He'll just ask more. Be Quiet and Keep Your Head Down, he's a prankster, son of a Marauder so nope. Obito is not going to allow them to dictate how he lives his life, not if he can help it.

The part of him that's entirely new though, the part that insists that he's Harry, the Freak, or just Boy. That part wants to just curl up and conform, so he actually does tend to flinch, to run and hide away from the adult Dursleys. So his head is kept down and he keeps his mouth shut, at least more often than he would if he were still entirely Obito.

Obito shakes his head and turns away from the stairs. He walks over to the front door and after making sure that it won't make that annoying squeaking noise he opens it and slips out into the rainy night. It's liberating really, feeling the rain soaking him and hearing it patter on down around him. It makes him feel alive and the part that's Harry agrees and loves it, finds it refreshing. Something that they can enjoy and bask in because it allows them freedom. He laughs and stretches his arms wide reaching towards the heavens feeling the droplets as they hit his face taking away any lingering pain or fear from the cupboard.

After a few moments he shakes his head and makes his way across the yard. Straightening his posture and pressing his hands into the ram seal he focuses on the feel of his chakra. The feel of his chakra is odd, like a warm forest night by a campfire he finds. Warm and comforting, with the wildness of nature echoing around. Once he's found that feeling though he grins and allows it to flow as much as it can through his entire body. From the top of his head to the tips of his fingers and toes, it warms him and he can almost see the rain rising into steam around him.

Now that he's focused he moves, begins to practice half-remembered katas from back when he was truly Obito. It's almost as though he's dancing under the rain, ducking, weaving, punching and kicking out at an invisible opponent and keeping himself in a decent shape. And, it's a way that he can actually gauge his current level of chakra, which while still more than he'd ever had before is a lot less than it should be. The Dursleys are quite obviously behind that one, the lack of a proper diet and care.

It's not too much of a dip really though, since his magic also boosts his body. His magic also keeps him alive and relatively healthy. Since the workload is partially taken care of by his magic his chakra flow is more or less undisturbed if still falling short on how much it should have expanded by this point. He growls launching a kick into the air in front of him before swirling and throwing a punch. He assumes that he's better in this life than he ever was in his last one. Yet he can't be sure, he's just assuming that because he still practices and he's sure that he's at least more advanced than when he was last six.

He slowly cools down and eases from the katas, feet sliding in the muddy ground. He pants and wipes one arm over his forehead. His eyes drift shut and a smile drifts over his face before they snap back open and he shakes his head not too dissimilar to a dogs. He's already eager for the next day, it'll be his official first day going to the school. He never got to go to their preschool or whatever, but he's well aware that they can't prevent him from attending school at all. It'll be his first true chance to meet some new people and he's looking forwards to it for the most part.

He pauses before walking back to the house noticing the plants are once more stretching towards him. He's not sure how to react to that, it's been happening more and more. When he sits in the garden or channels chakra the plants react and it freaks him out a bit, because that's not something that he's used to. Whenever it does happen though he can almost see hazel eyes glitter and a mischievous grin flashing at him, hear light quickly stifled laughter. James and Lily, the earth and water... Mokuton.

He laughs lightly at that thought, as if he could have Mokuton. He shakes his head and pushes it away instead reentering the house. It would be a thought for another day really. He's careful to make sure that there's no water or mud tracked through the home before he resettles in his cupboard on the small mattress. He yawns and curls up before drifting back off to sleep, thoughts of trees, Konoha, bright sparkling eyes, and the scent of nature filling his mind.


School is just as boring as it was the first time around, the most interesting lessons are the English ones and that's only because he needs to work on learning to read and write. The language is still fairly new to him after all. The mathematics though is entirely too easy, things that he already knows. History and Geography almost sends him to sleep and LOTE makes him want to scream, because really he's having enough trouble with just learning English.

It also makes his head spin to learn exactly how many languages that this world has. And there are also apparently separate dialects within each language, it makes him want to curl up in a corner and whimper. Obito's still a shinobi though so he perseveres and makes it through the first day, and the second and they have the third day(Wednesday) off. It's on the forth day that they finally have their first PE lesson and he's eager to prove his worth in this subject. Because this is where he's sure that he's going to excel.

He stands in line with the other children, for once not really caring that he's beside Dudley. That's easy enough to ignore in this class. As the teacher comes out he grins widely and can't wait to hear what they're going to be doing in this class. Surly, surly it'll be worth it? His fists clench and unclench at his sides as the teacher takes the roll.

"Harry Potter!" it takes him all of a moment to respond with a loud and cheerful response and the teacher simply moves on before nodding their head. "Now then, we will be starting with small things. Stretches and laps! Maybe a game of dodgeball!" the man shouts at them and Obito nods his head eager to actually get into it for the day. "Five laps of the court!" is their first order and Obito happily runs the laps before automatically slipping into some of the stretches that he already knows.

"This is easy sensei!" he says almost without thinking and that captures the teacher's attention, makes their eyes narrow. He stretches out and begins to hum, allowing his chakra to flow freely through his body. Almost instantly he's aware of the plants shifting around the area, leaning almost towards him. Still jarring and confusing, because really? He shakes himself out and stands at the ready as the teacher's eyes turn calculating.

The rest of the class eventually catch up to join him. Dudley right in the back, due to been just a touch overweight. Dudley glares at him and Obito simply offers a wide-eyed innocent look to the wider boy. It's not his fault that the Dursleys spoil the brat after all, not his fault that he's pretty much built for speed. Built to handle his chakra and magic, which flows throughout his body and allows him to feel the pulses in the chakra of his classmates.

It also allows him to feel the heightened amount of chakra that their teacher has. It's well over civilian level and his eyes instantly snap back to the man. The level of chakra is suspicious, especially here where he's never met anyone yet with anything above civilian levels. Obito's eyes narrow and his chakra spikes before he clamps back down on it.

The class lines back up in front of the teacher and they all stare at the man who smirks. "Now then. Are you all warmed up?" the man's voice holds just a touch too much glee but everyone nods their heads and Obito simply grins. "The rules are simple, you get hit by the ball and you're out. You catch the ball you're safe. The aim of the game, the side with the last person standing wins!" the man's chestnut eyes scan them before pointing out two of the kids and telling them to pick teams.

Obito ends up on the opposite team to his cousin. Immediately the smirk drops from his face because he knows that if he aims for Dudley at all during this he will end up getting punished by the Dursleys. Locked back into the cupboard, not that it will stick. He's incredibly good at escaping by this point, whether using magic or chakra. It doesn't mean that the prospect doesn't unsettle him though, since he's not fond of been locked away and then forgotten. Not at all, his chakra rises within him and he takes several deep breaths before nodding his head at his team mates for this game.

They stand at the edge of the court and face off against the other team and for a moment it's the Chunin Exams all over again. Obito slips back and waits, the whistle is blown and he moves. Everyone just moves and they grab for the soft foam balls, he's easily the fastest there and able to slip around and throw the balls at the opposing team. His heart sings and he thrills in the exercise enjoying himself throughly. Chakra spins within him and he laughs in glee catching the thrown balls and hurtling them back barely wasting any energy or movement.

It's almost like been in the midst of a battle field. Dodging the thrown weapons and hurtling your own and Obito has to consciously force himself to remember not to actually charge his throws with chakra. Anything thrown via a chakra enhanced toss hurts, he knows that from experience. He catches another ball and bounces on the heels of his feet eyes glittering as he tosses it back over towards the kid who threw it at him. He laughs, grin bright and green eyes glittering.

This is just something that he can enjoy throughly, even if it's still a little bit too easy for someone like him. He adds a few practiced katas into his dodging, almost making it seem like he's dancing. Body twisting away from the balls, hands reaching and grasping to catch them, chakra flaring. It's instinctive really and he never stops smiling, even if something in him is aching and he suddenly yearns for his team.

He wants to see Kakashi's silver hair and dark eyes watching him, judging all the time. Wants to see Rin's smile bright and warm, Minato-sensei's hair like a beacon with a grin to match. It hurts and he actually stumbles briefly an overlap effect happening and for a moment he's at the Academy again sparring with one of his year mates. The moment passes quickly though and he snatches a ball from the air almost absently before tossing it over to one of his team mates.

The game soon ends and it's his team that wins. The result's obvious really even as they settle down to rest for the last few minutes of the period. Except that he's not even the slightest bit tired and his chakra is still spiking and swirling.

"Sensei... Can't we do something with chakra?" everything freezes and several rather confused glances are aimed his way. But their teacher, their sensei tenses. It's a minute and small thing but Obito spots it easily. Trying to read Kakashi is way harder after all, his eyes narrow as the man's body language relaxes once more.

"Chakra?" the man's tone is light, almost easy going, but with just a touch of mockery in it. "Oh you mean that mythical energy from Hinduism and Buddhism." the man shakes their head and had Obito been paying closer attention he would have noticed the dark glimmer in their eyes. "That's not real, it's just mythology."

"No it's real!" Obito shouts without thinking "And I can even prove it!" He misses the smirk and turns his back to the man before charging towards the school wall and running up it. "See!" he declares standing tall and proud atop the stone wall.

"I see..." He almost starts and then notices exactly what kind of look is in the teacher's eyes. It's not a nice look and there's a sinking feeling in the bottom of his stomach. He takes a deep breath and sits down on top of the wall and watches as the man turns to the rest of the class who're staring wide-eyed at him. "Well then. Who here wants to learn about chakra?"


Arriving back home at the end of the day he's really not surprised to see that Vernon is already reddening in anger and the Petunia is completely pale, washed out of her colour. One hand automatically rises to the back of his head and he rubs it sheepishly offering up a strained grin. It only makes his Uncle redden even more and all his instincts practically scream for him to move and get out of there.

He's incredibly tempted to simply follow those instincts, to tear back out the front door and escape from whatever punishment that his Uncle surly has planned. To run and never look back, but he remains rooted to the spit and looks his Uncle squarely in the eyes. Green meeting blue he tilts his head back and straightens his posture. He's a shinobi at heart after all, and Vernon does. Not. Scare. Him. Not one little bit.

Except that he quails under the large man's glare and flinches when they raise a hand. Eyes screw themselves shut and he ducks down arms raising automatically to shield his head. Clothing almost seeming to swallow him up as he ties to make himself as small as possible. He's such a pitiful shinobi, he can almost hear Kakashi mocking him for shying away from confrontation, for ducking in fear.

"Go! Cupboard!" Vernon finally growls out and he all to quickly flees to the cupboard and curls up in the corner of it listening as the lock clicks. He remains silent listening to footsteps as his Uncle and Aunt leave the area, and he's absently aware of Dudley's happy babble about what they learnt at school that day. It's easy enough to simply hug his knees closer and block it all out though, because he needs to think.

Obito is not really an idiot, even if he's not the brightest, and he doesn't pick things up quickly, he's not an idiot. He just takes things in from another perspective and learns a bit differently. So here and now, locked in the darkness he's able to easily reflect on the day he had, and wonder at how the man, their teacher knew about chakra. About their usable chakra at that, since nobody else in this world did. It's suspicious and he's learnt to trust his instincts on people to at least some degree. After all, Kakashi was never bad just someone who really, really needed a friend. But this man, everything about them is setting off alarm bells and Obito doesn't know what to do or where to turn.

So he buries his head in his knees and closes his eyes and tries desperately to find an explanation that makes sense. But all that leads to is wondering how he's here, how he still has his memories(vague and fuzzy as they may be), how his chakra is more or less overflowing. Why? He's shaking and he needs to move, to run to get rid of some of the energy that's built up. But the Dursleys are still right there in the house, around him and he's not willing to give up the fact that he can easily escape from the cupboard just yet.

So he sits in the darkness and tries not to think too much on the need to run, the need to feel the air rushing through his hair and branches beneath his feet. Of a standing across a field and facing off with another one of the academy students, or- He shakes his head vigorously before running a hand through his hair. The whole sensation is weird, the almost double vision, double existence and he wonders as to the possible reasons for it. Wonders and feels like whimpering, like crying because he just doesn't understand anything anymore.

There are hands running through his hair and he blinks before slowly raising his head. It's faint, but still there, the image of red hair, bright green eyes filled with sorrow, and a faint apologetic smile.

"Kaa-Chan..." he mumbles and they smile once more before simply fading, disappearing like dust on a breeze and Obito's alone in the dark once more. But, he smiles and uncurls, a feeling of warmth, and being loved flowing through his body. Maybe, just maybe he's not as alone in this place as it seems. And eventually, he's sure that he'll find answers.

After all even if he's not the best shinobi, he's still a shinobi.

"Sleep well Obito..."


Things settle into a routine and Obito's almost able to forget his suspicions about the man who teaches them. Except that he can't and he won't because he's not that much of a child even if he looks like one. The man's chakra is just slightly off after all, and it's not just the level. The more Obito observes him, the more that he notices. The strange feeling that it gives him, a kind of echo of something that he's felt before, but he can't place it at all.

As it is though he has to focus on the other classes and that takes up most of his waking hours. The English language is hard, and Obito routinely finds himself stumbling over the phrasing of sentences or how to actually spell some of the words. And that's just the tip of the ice-burg really. He's been progressing fairly well overall and finally managed to tentatively reach out to try and find some friends.

Except it's there that Dudley steps in and tries to ruin his life even more. Whenever he thinks that he may finally be getting along with someone Dudley walks up and scares them away. Or threatens them while he's not there. It's frustrating, and confusing at the same time because he can't see why Dudley wouldn't want him to have friends. So whenever they're sent out for recess he inadvertently finds himself standing alone in the corner of the yard, or resting beneath some of the trees.

It makes his chest hurt, and ache and he wants to yell and scream at Dudley, ask the larger boy why they're tormenting him by cutting him off from the other children. But he can't, because instinctively he finds himself shying away and cowering when faced with Dudley. It's frustrating, but just another fact that he's come to accept since apparently even a reincarnation can't retain everything from their old self even with their memories.

So he simply sits away from the other children and watches. He watches from the sidelines feeling once more as though he were at the academy, forever excluded simply because of his clan. The Uchiha name carried intimidation with it, so he never could make any friends, friends apart from Rin. His fists clench by his sides when her face pops into his mind, bright smiling honey-brown eyes, the rectangle markings on her cheeks that made her entirely unique and her light brown hair. She was always there, always and now that he's without her and without Kakashi, without any of his team he's adrift.

He allows his gaze to drift away from the others, away from Dudley being a bully and instead he turns and bounds up a tree and rests on a low hanging branch. The leaves sway and he can see clouds gathering but that's all secondary to the ache that he's feeling deeper down and he closes his eyes for a single second. They fly back open and he jumps from the tree before landing in front of their PE teacher. The not quite right feeling is back and he almost tenses before relaxing, they're in view of the office.

"Can I help you Mr Coffmon?" he tilts his head, eyes wide open the very picture of innocent curiosity.


Dudley Dursley is a simple boy, with a relatively simple life. He lives with his parents in a decent, if a little boring neighborhood and is able to enjoy going to school and spending time with his friends. And then there's his cousin, the boy who lives and sleeps under the stairs. Honestly, he doesn't know what to think of the other boy, the boy who his parents seem to find bad.

He is generally confused by them. They go around wearing a smile while being almost buried in his old clothing, and they never seem to mind that their hair is messy and unkempt. It's something that leaves Dudley confused, because why doesn't the other boy react to things the same way as others.

Except, as he watches them from the corner of his eyes he can almost see their broken and confused looks. Their longing to be able to join in, but they're bad right? A freak right, because that's what Dudley's parents always say and surly they can't be wrong, can they?

Well, he pauses and looks down at his own hands, remembers their PE classes. Remembers the sensation of unlocking their chakra for the first time, remembers how it was so new, but not quite, more like an old friend that he'd forgotten about. It makes things easier, but he remembers how his parents had paled hearing about it, how horrified they had looked and that confuses him just as much as his cousin does.

Is his cousin really bad? Are they really a freak, he doesn't know what to think, but there is one thing that he does know. His cousin is his, and his alone. He doesn't like it when the other children interact with the messy haired boy. It makes something in him growl and he acts as intimidating as he can, puffing himself up and making them leave his cousin alone. Because he's the one who's going to decide where Harry fits, at least that's how he feels about the entire situation.

Harry's his cousin after all, and will always be his. Seeing their PE teacher approaching the subject of his thoughts he forces himself to ignore it. It's not his problem after all, not really. But he still feels something in regards to his cousin, a possessiveness, because Harry is his cousin to deal with. He also just really dislikes the man, ever since they unlocked this chakra stuff he's been able to sort of feel things.

The whole thing was fairly overwhelming at first and he tries to forget about his initial reaction of curling up and trying to escape the sensation. But now, he's able to understand it a bit more, and there's something about the man, about Mr Coffmon that just feels not right and makes him a little bit more distrustful towards them. Makes him want to keep the man as far from his cousin as possible.

So now, seeing the man approaching his cousin he moves and spreads what he hopes to be a malicious grin over his features. By the way Harry's eyes widen in something like fear he's succeeded, and the smaller boy takes off. Dudley's fully aware that he'll never be able to actually catch Harry, but he finds that he doesn't really want to.

Maybe, just maybe he finds that his cousin isn't so bad after all. He'll at least give the other boy a chance anyway.


And I am done, just done, done, done. Can't freaking think of anything more that I could write about him at this age. So I just won't, besides these are merely snippets really. Also kind of short, but chapters will likely get longer as he gets older and more things begin to actually happen.

Also can I just say that the response to this is freaking terrifying, just. I kind of wrote this up on an impulse(like most of my works actually) not really planning anything and the next thing I know, people are reviewing and favoriting and everything. It's just 122 Followers, 73 Favourites, 7 separate Communities, I just never expected such things and I'm amazed.